Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, 1±ÇJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for S. Birt, C. Hitch, J. Hodges [and seven others in London], 1750 |
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He died some time afterwards at Spa in Germany , and it is said more of a broken
heart than of any distemper , leaving a posthumous reply to Milton , which was
not published till after the Restoration , and was dedicated to Charles II . by his ...
He died some time afterwards at Spa in Germany , and it is said more of a broken
heart than of any distemper , leaving a posthumous reply to Milton , which was
not published till after the Restoration , and was dedicated to Charles II . by his ...
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When Milton had lent him the manuscript of Paradise Lost at St . Giles Chalfont ,
as we said before , and he returned it , Milton asked him how he liked it , and
what he thought of it : " Which I modestly , but freely told him , says El¡° wood ; and
...
When Milton had lent him the manuscript of Paradise Lost at St . Giles Chalfont ,
as we said before , and he returned it , Milton asked him how he liked it , and
what he thought of it : " Which I modestly , but freely told him , says El¡° wood ; and
...
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His eyes were of a light blue color , and from the first are said to have been none
of the brightest ; but after he lost the fight of them , ( which happened about the
430 year of his age ) they still appeared without spot or blemish , and at first view
...
His eyes were of a light blue color , and from the first are said to have been none
of the brightest ; but after he lost the fight of them , ( which happened about the
430 year of his age ) they still appeared without spot or blemish , and at first view
...
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... and it is said that he composed very well , tho ' nothing of this kind is handed
down to us . It is also Laid that he had fome skill in painting as well as in music ,
and that somewhere or other there is a head of Milton drawn by himfelf : but he
was ...
... and it is said that he composed very well , tho ' nothing of this kind is handed
down to us . It is also Laid that he had fome skill in painting as well as in music ,
and that somewhere or other there is a head of Milton drawn by himfelf : but he
was ...
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Things unattempted yet in profe such prompt eloquence or rbime . ] Milton
appears to Flow ' d from their lips , in prose or have meant a different thing by
numerous verse . rbime here , from rime in his preface , where it is fix times men -
It is said ...
Things unattempted yet in profe such prompt eloquence or rbime . ] Milton
appears to Flow ' d from their lips , in prose or have meant a different thing by
numerous verse . rbime here , from rime in his preface , where it is fix times men -
It is said ...
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26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here we may reign secure ; and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos : or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God, I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as night ; under his burning wheels The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God.
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils the fray By which he reigns : next him, high arbiter, Chance governs all.